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While their brother Sabik became a hero, Pictor and Deneb had other plans...

The two other sons of Canis Major did not care about tournaments or championships, to compete against others and win - though they might've won quite a few matches.

Instead, they spent a lot of time with their cousin, Virgo, the daughter of Canis Minor. She roamed the fields of Andromeda and spent her time creating flowers, butterflies, and fireflies. She made the world even more beautiful. Her cousins thought she did great work, which sadly was barely acknowledged. Everybody spoke of Sabik's swiftness, Kornephorus' strength, and Mirfak's brave heart, but nobody talked about Virgo's work, even though it benefited everyone. For the sight of the blooming flowers prevented the darkness from entering into the hearts of the inhabitants from beyond the mountains.

Yes, the darkness still had a power that could touch the titans, their children, and their allies. Lynx had discovered the danger, and Virgo, who spent much time with him, had started her work against it.

"It doesn't matter nobody notices," she told her cousins. "I don't care about fame. The important thing is to bring a bit of light into the hearts."

But Pictor and Deneb were bothered by this a lot. Every day at dusk the wolves of Lightreach sang of the heroic deeds of Sabik, Kornephorus, and Mirfak, but there were no songs about Virgo.

Nox Deneb was a talented singer, who could sing everything. Pictor had contributed much to the verses, because he was talented in the way of words, able to forge amazing lines and often could find the right words for a concept - although Deneb had to translate for him since nobody else could understand his brother.

As they followed their cousin, the brothers formed a plan. The idea came almost on its own. Pictor had many loose lines and phrases about Virgo's doing, now he was determined to write his first song, and of course, Deneb would sing it.

Three days and three nights they worked on the verses and finally completed a beautiful song.

Virgo's Song:

Our home knows many a hero,

the wolf that ran faster than the river,

the bear to break any stone to splinter,

and Lupus, crowned with a halo.

They shook the roots of the earth,

and many songs tell of their birth.

But of one there is no song,

gently she works, unseen and alone,

though there were so many to tell!

Let's not underestimate her gift,

and let's be thankful for Virgo's spell.

Fireflies light our way in the dark,

butterflies follow the flower's grace - 

thus her magic joined the great spark,

working in secret and without praise.

Be it bird song or early fruits,

or spiders weaving their huts - 

her work is poetry in a world of light.

Valiantly she does what is right,

never asking for a story to tell.

Don't be deceived, eyes open wide,

always be thankful for Virgo's spell.

Everywhere below the sky,

beneath the bushes at the river band,

on fields and forests throughout the land,

at the ocean's coast, on the mountains high,

we can find what she has given to us,

in silv'ry petals and glowing lotus.

An evergrowing, timid light,

hidden away from the world's sight,

and still, it keeps us warm and well.

consoling us in every plight,

so there shall be recognition for Virgo's spell.

For there is a danger in our home,

greedily lurking, ready to pounce.

A might that breaks every hope,

a grim, a gobbling, gloomy blaze.

If it came here, we'd have to give up!

It would be the end of our light and luck!

If there wasn't a wolf that breaks the night,

which, if it won, would drown all the light,

leaving nothing but heartbreak and hell.

Against it the she-wolf fights with might!

How is there no praise for Virgo's spell?

The wolf who stands against the night,

sharing what love she felt in her soul,

keeping our hearts encased in light,

yet still, nobody calls her a hero.

But her light can give us harmony,

a beautiful new melody!

How strong is even the smallest light,

healing sadness and battle's plight,

at our side wherever we dwell.

Bringing beauty to our sight,

but there is no praise for Virgo's spell.

Today I judged all of us strictly,

but it's my duty to tell of the fight,

of the one that keeps us from the fell,

so that never dark vanquishes the light.

So be all thankful for Virgo's spell.

While Pictor and Deneb repeated the melody to memorize it, Lukida passed by, the unicorn-wive of Pegasus. This magical horse followed the sounds in awe and joined the two wolves. Soon Kentaur and Kitalpha, the foals, came to them, and then Pegasus. Aquila, the scout of the summer, spotted the group and called the other birds and even the fireflies. Before they knew it, Deneb and Pictor were in the center of a big gathering still growing.

Many songs were sung that evening, telling of the adventures of Andromeda. Again and again, the new song of Virgo was repeated. She herself came late and was shocked when everybody treated her with newfound respect.

At this meeting many inhabitants of Andromeda noticed they hadn't heard of everything - like the trick of the twin foxes, Erakis and Mimas could report, amusing the group.

"It would be a pity if all of these songs were forgotten," Virgo said quietly, maybe trying to distract everybody from her fame. She was quite shy and didn't enjoy being the center of attention. So she proposed they would host regular meetings to exchange new songs and remind everyone of old ones.

She convinced all, and so this day was the beginning of a new tradition. Since then, the wolves gather yearly in a big pack, from everywhere, and share their songs.

It appeared, even songs were a way to bring light into the hearts of creatures. Singing and rhyming held the darkness at bay, the memory of former victories could awake hope in grim times. Not that the inhabitants of Andromeda knew any grim times. But Lupus warned them that the darkness could return one day, so Virgo saw no harm in finding new sources of light before it was too late.

This way, they also ensured that the stories of the old world survived, and Pictor composed many a song of great deeds and small gestures, so they were never forgotten.